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Chapter 43

Author: Lissa B
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-25 03:09:57

Elijah

It seemed to take years to get where we were going. The warehouse was further out then we had thought so it ended up taking us about almost forty five minutes to get there instead of twenty. We also were hit with an usual amount of traffic on the way out of town.

“Fuck!” I slammed my hand down on the steering wheel, frustrated that now - of all times - we’d get into a traffic jam. I laid on the horn.. Frankie stuck his head out the window screaming at the cars to get out of the fucking way.

We both knew it wouldn’t help .. but we were also beyond any logical thinking at the moment.

Finally we started moving and I slung the car into gear and floored it. I passed cars left and right and we were getting honked and screamed at but I didn’t give two shits.

Once we got out of the traffic it was a straight shot and I flew down the road, hitting 120 mph at one point.

“Stop a quarter mile away..” Frankie said. “If someone is still in there we don’t want them to know we’re coming.
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